9. Egypt #2
I arrived first, trench coat swaying around my legs, the strappy black heels on my feet clicking softly against the marble as I made my way to the bar.
Underneath the coat, red lace hugged every curve—delicate, scandalous, barely-there.
My hair was thick and soft, hanging down my back in long, wild waves.
My makeup was light but defined, my lips painted in a bold red that matched the polish on my long coffin-shaped nails.
I smelled like Gucci Guilty and old money.
Mason spotted me before I even slid into the barstool. “Well, well, if it ain’t Trouble,” he grinned, already reaching for a glass.
“I’ll take the usual,” I said with a smirk.
“You here solo?”
I shrugged. “For now.”
He handed me my drink just as I felt a presence settle beside me.
I didn’t look right away. I didn’t need to.
That pull in my gut, that sudden awareness of my skin, it could only be Nasseem.
Still, I stayed in character. I angled toward the bar like I hadn’t been dreaming about him walking in.
Like my body didn’t already recognize his cologne and the soft drag of his breath beside me.
Only when I turned did I meet his eyes. They were smooth, dark and intrigued.
“You come here often?” I asked, a coy smile tugging at my lips.
His eyebrow arched. “Think I’ve seen you here once or twice. What’s your name?”
“I’m Egypt,” I said, extending my hand just as Mason sat a drink in front of Nasseem. He didn’t even order it, Mason knew us both too well, probably meant we came here too much.
He took my outstretched hand, lips twitching. “Nice to meet you. I’m Nasseem.”
The way he played along made my whole body sing. “I like it, it means a gentle breeze or fresh air in Arabic.” He looked surprised that I knew that; but I knew a lot more about him then he thought. “You alone?” I asked, swirling my drink lazily.
“Was, but now I’m tryna figure out what you’re drinking so I can buy your next one.”
“He’s a gentleman,” I murmured, leaning in close. “I like that.”
He chuckled under his breath. “You always come on this strong?”
“Only when I see something I want.” I licked my lips and let my eyes roam his entire body. He was dressed in all black, t-shirt with his muscles sticking out, black jeans sitting slightly low and black Yeezy 350s. His gold chain was on his neck and smelled like Creed cologne and trouble.
His smile curved slow and wide. “Is that right?”
“Mmhmm.” I trailed a finger along the rim of my glass. “I’m feeling bold tonight Nasseem.” I picked my glass up and took a sip. “I want you to come upstairs with me.” Just like that, direct, confident and in control.
He blinked once, then set his drink down. “I’ll follow you beautiful.”
I stood, taking his hand like I hadn’t held it a thousand times before in secret.
Like this was a new game we were both too addicted to quit.
We walked past open displays of pleasure—couples tangled together in plush sectionals, moans hidden behind sheer curtains, soft music playing under the hum of sin. But all I saw was him. Room 34 waited.
I opened the door and stepped inside first. Low red lighting bathed the room in warmth. A plush four-poster bed sat in the middle, draped in sheer fabric. Silk ties hung loose from the frame. Tank’s When We floated in from the surround system, soft and deliberate.
I turned to him slowly, locking eyes as I slipped off the trench coat then let it fall and I let him look. “Sit down,” I said, nodding toward the armchair facing the bed.
He obeyed—jaw tight, eyes devouring me like I was made of fire and ruin.
I moved slow, deliberate. Body rolling to the music, hips swaying, teasing him with every motion.
Red lace peeled off piece by piece, landing at his feet.
His hands stayed clenched on the arms of the chair, his breathing ragged, restrained.
Every move was for him. Because he’d earned this moment.
Because I was tired of pretending like I didn’t want to give him everything.
I walked over to the chair and held out my hand which he quickly accepted and pulled him up.
I stood nearly as tall as he did in my heels—but still he towered over me-- and slowly helped him out of his clothes.
When my hand reached his belt buckle, his eyes found mine.
I smiled before placing a slow kiss on his lips while my hands worked to get the pants undone and off.
As I pulled his pants down, I bent down low to the ground, his dick wrapped tightly in my hand and got on my knees.
Nasseem’s eyes remained on mine as I opened my mouth and stretched my tongue out licking the precum from his tip.
“Mmhmm.” I moaned before wrapping my tongue around his dick and pulling him deeper down my throat.
Immediately his hands went to the back of my head, guiding my head as I sucked him deeper and deeper into my mouth.
“Ah fuck.” He groaned as his grip on the back of my head got tighter.
I could feel slob running down the sides of my mouth.
I reached up and grabbed his balls, massaging them, looking up into his eyes as he stared down at me with a fire in his eyes.
“Shit.” He growled whipping his dick out of my mouth and then slapping it against my waiting tongue a few times.
His cum seeped down onto my tongue before I swallowed staring up at him coyly.
“Come here.” Nasseem said pulling me off the ground and lifting me in his arms. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he moved us to the bed laying me down and then climbing between my thighs. As he bent down to kiss me, I could feel his dick at my tunnel before he hesitated.
“Nasseem, please put it in.”
“Say my name again.” He said rubbing his hard dick down between my folds, teasing me, forcing a climax out of me.
“Nasseem, please.” I moaned, begging him with my tone, pleading for it.
He abandoned his dick and instead rang his fingers between my walls instead, rubbing my clit. “This lil’ pussy wet for me huh?” his lips were so close to mine but not quite touching. He was withholding his dick and his lips. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.” I replied. “Deep inside my pussy. I want you to make love to me and fuck me at the same damn time.”
“You want me where?”
“Deep inside—awhhhh.” I gasped as he entered me, filling me, deeply before he started stroking his hips back and forth, fucking me slow. “Fuck. Yes, right there.” My legs wrapped tighter around him pulling him deeper.
“You gon’ cum for me baby?” he growled in my ear, gently placing his hand around my neck causing my back to arch. “I feel that shit Egypt. Soak these sheets baby.”
As if on cue I exploded and Nasseem fucked me fast, my juices splashing wildly between us. He leaned up and licked my ankle, stroking me faster until he came too. We didn’t just have sex. We claimed each other, again and again.
Later, I lay in his arms—our bodies tangled on the bed, breath slowing. Nasseem ran a lazy hand along my thigh and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“Why here?” he asked quietly. “Why not your place? Or mine?”
I turned my head to look at him, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest.
“Because this is where it started,” I said.
“Where we kept it hidden in this room. The secret hallway and whispered names. But I’m done with all of that.
” He looked at me, brows drawn. “I want this to be our last night in hiding,” I continued.
“Last time needing Pleasure to be our safe space. Unless, you know… we wanna sneak back in for fun.” He smirked, but I wasn’t finished.
“I wanna be with you. Out loud, no more pretending like you ain’t mine. ”
He blinked slowly, as if absorbing every word. “You serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
He exhaled, dragging a hand over his beard before cupping my face. “You know how long I been waiting to hear that?”
I smiled against his palm. “Well… now you heard it.”
He kissed me slow. Deep. Full of all the shit we’d been too scared to say. And in that moment, I knew we were done playing small. Whatever came next—we were stepping into it together. Out loud. Out front. Finally.